3681: C3681 The Moment of Capsizing

C3681 The Moment of Capsizing

After using the Saint level Blood River Card, a sea of blood suddenly appeared in front of them. In the sea of blood, the god race cultivator was stunned on the spot.

"Why did our bodies suddenly turn soft..." (In the language of the god race)

"Damn it... My combat strength, ah Zi, is rapidly decreasing..."

"Me too, how could it be like this..."

"Damn it... Damn it!"

"What kind of demonic technique is this..."

"I'm clearly a Saint Venerable, but now... Why did my combat strength drop to the Saint realm..."

"This... This is completely different from before!"

"Changed... Changed, really changed, not like this..."

"Phew... This group of people is too strange, now they are more and more unable to understand..."

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Everyone, attack together! Don't be a coward anymore!"

"Charge!"

The shouts gradually became louder and louder. The soldiers looked at each other and gave up any thoughts of escaping.

If they wanted to escape, they had already. At this moment, they could only grit their teeth and continue to charge forward...

When his mental state burst out, he was unable to say anything clearly...

"High-level Saint Sovereigns and peak Saint Venerables, as well as some mid-level Saint Venerables, cultivator, were all intercepted by the golden-armored dummies..."

"He helped us solve our biggest problem..."

"Right now, there are only about ten mid-level Saint Sovereigns and over a hundred low-level Saint Sovereigns left..."

"In the sea of blood, their cultivation base has been lowered by one grade, and their combat strength has become that of low-grade Sacred Sovereigns and peak Eight-Star Level Saint Sovereigns..."

"Peak Eight-Star Level Saint realm... That's nothing to worry about..."

"As for the battle prowess of a dozen or so low grade Saint Venerables, hehe... It's not that we can't deal with them..."

Faang Fann narrowed his eyes and thought to himself. Then, he began to make his arrangements calmly.

"Dragonbone Whale..."

"Forward charge!"

"The God Crashers Army! All God Crashers, listen up! Temporarily give up on the artillery battle. Take out your swords and Star Core pistols from your waists! Close combat!

"Your target is to fight the God Race's cultivator, who has the combat strength of a low level Saint Venerable!"

"The rest of the legions, use the legions as a base and attack the surrounding areas!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! "

"All troops attack!"

Faang Fann's voice resounded in the surroundings. To this place, a brand new battle had begun!

As for how the situation would develop in the future, it would depend on the overall changes of the situation!

However, judging from the current situation, it was basically a one-sided massacre...

The scene seemed to be surging and intense!

The slaughter had never stopped!

In the sea of blood, the God Race's cultivator, whose combat strength had been reduced, discovered to their dismay that they were being attacked from all sides...

They wanted to resist, but they could not find an opportunity.

As a result, they were being suppressed from all sides.

He would be suppressed, suppressed, and suppressed. He would be completely depressed...

His mental state collapsed!

Everything was splitting apart...

This... he was even playing with a hammer!

I can't play anymore...

It was... nothing at all...

On the ground, there were floating corpses...

They had collapsed...

They had completely collapsed...

Terminator was the only topic at hand.

Brewer, a third-level Divine General of the Divine Tribe, clutched at his chest. His body trembled as he stood to the side. The Longsword in his hand was pressed against the ground, allowing his body to barely be able to support himself.

At this moment, his lips were mumbling. Large amounts of boiling blood flowed from his chest. He seemed to be muddle-headed and did not know what to do...

"Heh..."

"Hehehe..."

"There's no more... It's all gone..."

"Sigh..."

"Since the beginning, I should have thought of this result..."

"It's just that I'm still a little unwilling in my heart..."

"But what can I do even if I'm unwilling? Everything has come to an end."

" It's over... It's nothing... "

"From the beginning when I came here valiantly, to the moment when I was humble and had no place to appeal..."

"Sigh... This is really ironic..."

"But what can I do?"

... "Since I have already made my choice, I can only grit my teeth and carry on until the end!"

"Fight! Fight!"

At the peak of the Protoss, level three Divine General Brewer roared a few times before launching his ultimate charge...

He knew that he was surrounded by thorny bushes at the entrance of the magnetic yoke. He knew that everything in front of him was dangerous, but he could not care about that anymore.

This time, he gradually became numb to it.

As for the other useless things... He didn't care anymore, and it was meaningless...

Blood soaked this region, the aura of death suppressing it to the point where it was difficult to breathe.

Invisibly, it caused one's heart to tremble...

In his words, there was a hint of coldness and deathly stillness.

Crack...

Bang...

The golden-armored puppet sliced through Brewer's left shoulder with its sharp blade, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard. This time, it was exceptionally clear.

Feeling it for a moment, his body and mind couldn't help but tremble.

The rest of the words immediately fell silent...

Everything, terminator was nothing on the spot...

"Divine General Brewer is dead!" (In the language of the gods)

"Heh... there will be such a moment sooner or later. What's there to shout about?"

"Call? If we don't bark, it will be too late. It will be our turn later!"

"I don't know what the meaning of this war is. Up until now, I've only seen death. It's meaningless, there's no meaning at all..."

"Heh... it's all the same, one thought. In fact, our god race's city is still so far away from this outsider race. As for what? Why is there a need? "

"Sigh... The High Lords all say that these people are demons. They want us to follow the will of a True God and kill them."

"True God? Heh! To think that they would be able to pull anything from a True God. How long has it been since we've been disconnected from a True God? Don't they have any points in their hearts? "

"Sigh... That's what they think. What can we do?"

"Anyway... Let's just sculpt sand. I have completely seen through it..."

"Heh... I'm waiting for the moment of death again..."

"Die..."

……

The discussions became softer and softer.

Because the remaining people were getting smaller and smaller, they were basically all killed.

When the troops under the Seven Courtyard Divine City came, the Celestials still had ten thousand troops.0

After being bombarded by Faang Fann's ten consecutive rounds of cannon fire with the God Crasher, eighty to ninety percent of them were killed. In the end, more than a thousand elites of the Celestials rushed over...

Under the battle between the Quasi-God golden-armored puppets and the army of soldiers, they were gradually being wiped out.

A few of them were also on the verge of destruction...

"Damn it..."

"All of them are Storage Ring..."

"And there are so many Divine Venerable Realm god race Storage Ring as well...!"

"Heh! This kind of elite Storage Ring is basically bound to drop God Stone fragments!"

"I'm rich! I'm really rich!"

"Faang Fann kid, In the future, we still have to participate in more battles like this..."

"Interesting!"

" I'll even make you a Logistics Officer! "

"Hehehe... not bad, comfortable..."

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